Just about every thought I have is about you,
And I go over our conversations each day...

With space between us;
Days feel like years...

My mesmerist
Caught in your words...

I see her
I fell...

From perfection comes condemnation,
Despair is grown from commendation...

Baby, I do not wish to love you any longer,
I was happy the month this ceased...

Fake me walked home on Thursday night,
And came straight through the door...

I hurt so much when I cried that day,
Time for me for me had gotten away...

You have me hanging on every word,
Everything around us becomes so blurred...

Mr. Razor; you were the love of my life,
I fall for you and became addicted...

I don't know you that well,
But I will write this anyway...

The reality hit in a few days ago,
Of the future of you and I...